To try so much? When he who is their ruler Myr. Frown not upon me: you have smiled Too often on me not to make those frowns Bitterer to bear than any punishment Which they may augur.-King, I am your subject! Sar. Save me, my beauty! Thou art very fair, And what I seek of thee is love-not safety. Myr. And without love where dwells security? Sar. I speak of woman's love. Myr. The very first Of human life must spring from woman's breast, Your first small words are taught you from her lips, Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing, When men have shrunk from the ignoble care Of watching the last hour of him who led them. Sar. My eloquent Ionian! thou speak'st music, The very chorus of the tragic song (1) (1) [To speak of "the tragic song" as the favourite pastime of Greece, two hundred years before Thespis, is an anachronism. Nor could Myrrha, at so early a period of her country's history, have spoken of their national hatred of kings, or of that which was equally the growth of a later age, — their contempt for " barbarians.” —-- HEBER.] I have heard thee talk of as the favourite pastime Of thy far father-land. Nay, weep not-calm thee. Myr. I weep not.—But I pray thee, do not speak About my fathers or their land. Sar. Thou speakest of them. Myr. Yet oft True-true: constant thought Will overflow in words unconsciously; But when another speaks of Greece, it wounds me. Sar. Well, then, how wouldst thou save me, as thou saidst? The -the war of brethren. Myr. By teaching thee to save thyself, and not Thyself alone, but these vast realms, from all of the worst warrage Sar. Why, child, I loathe all war, and warriors; I live in peace and pleasure: what can man Do more? Myr. Alas! my lord, with common men There needs too oft the show of war to keep The substance of sweet peace; and, for a king, "Tis sometimes better to be fear'd than loved. Sar. And I have never sought but for the last. Myr. And now art neither. Sar. Dost thou say so, Myrrha? Myr. I speak of civic popular love, self-love, Which means that men are kept in awe and law, Yet not oppress'd—at least they must not think so; Or if they think so, deem it necessary, To ward off worse oppression, their own passions. Myr. 'Tis for some small addition to the temple. Myr. Look to the annals of thine empire's founders. Sar. They are so blotted o'er with blood, I cannot. But what wouldst have? the empire has been founded. I cannot go on multiplying empires. Myr. Preserve thine own. Sar. At least, I will enjoy it. Come, Myrrha, let us go on to the Euphrates: Myr. Victims. No, like sovereigns, The shepherd king of patriarchal times, Who knew no brighter gems than summer wreaths, (1) And none but tearless triumphs. Let us on. Enter PANIA. Pan. May the king live for ever! Not an hour Sar. (1) [MS.-"Who loved no gems so well as those of nature."] Flattering dust with eternity. (1) Well, Pania! Pan. I am charged by Salemenes to Sar. What! am I then coop'd? Already captive? can I not even breathe Myr. Oh, monarch, listen.How many a day and moon thou hast reclined Within these palace walls in silken dalliance, And never shown thee to thy people's longing; Leaving thy subjects' eyes ungratified, The satraps uncontroll'd, the gods unworshipp'd, Pan. 'Tis true! From the deep urgency with which the prince (1) [MS." Wishing eternity to dust."] Despatch'd me to your sacred presence, I Sar. Myr. For the sake of thy realm! Sar. Pan. No, it must not be. Away! For that Of all thy faithful subjects, who will rally Round thee and thine. Sar. These are mere fantasies; There is no peril:-'tis a sullen scheme Of Salemenes, to approve his zeal, And show himself more necessary to us. [counsel. Myr. By all that's good and glorious take this Sar. Business to-morrow. Myr. Ay, or death to-night. Sar. Why let it come then unexpectedly Myr. Then thou wilt not yield, Even for the sake of all that ever stirr'd A monarch into action, to forego Sar. That's true, and wer't my kingdom must be granted. |